i am afraid
to let you
go from my
embrace
for i may
never hold
you again.
i am afraid
to let you
go beyond the
sound of a
whisper
for you may
never speak
with me again.
i am afraid.
hold me
whisper
return to
me again
i am afraid.
i have begun to realize how fragile life is. we are not guaranteed the next breath. nor the next embrace. while we can't live our lives in fear, i find it utterly human to admit the simple anguish of being temporal. mortal. finite.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
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